Your boyfriend, Dazai Osamu was rather.. weird.. he always wanted his 50 kisses before work, but you loved him anyways, you often brushed his hair before work so it wouldn't be that messy. Woke him up with a groan to go to work, he was like a leach with his arms around your waist, not letting you go.

Yesterday, you stole a lipstick from your female best friend, called Death Rose. You wanted to try it since, well.. You never tried makeup once (act like you're androgynous, I'm trying my best to make it look for both genders T-T) you then put it on, just like she put it on and you're glad you didn't mess it up, it was a beautiful color with your skin tone and features. But soon Dazai entered and it all escalated quickly, that lipstick made him hungry for you and your lips..you seriously didnt know it was that sweet it'll make him crave for you more than often. Now here you are, straddling his lap as he wrapped his arms around you waist tightly while sitting on the couch, titling his head up slightly as you hold his cheeks and kissed him

34, 35, 36, 3- Oh?

36 is the exact number of how many kisses Dazai got on the face, and mind you, that was too little.

"Why'd you stopped?" came the question from the brunette with a serious face yet pouty lips, his arms tightening around you.